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Disclaimer: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi belong to the
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of my readers.
[definitely AU] Summary: Pre-TPM, a story inspired by
that picture of Qui-Gon in the Phantom Menace visual
dictionary. Think 'werewolf', think 'lycanthropes' [Yes, I
think that the picture of Qui-Gon looks absolutely deadly Just
look into his eyes and tell me honestly that they are
the eyes of a wolfish predator ] Yep, a sequel to "The Eyes of
The Predator": Consequences. Is Qui-Gon cured forever from the
lycanthropy? Is Obi-Wan safe? Will he tell his Master that he
loves him again? {hint: this fic is written during weird hours
of the morning, the CDs are playing New Age music (think angels
and Seventh Heaven) and Savage Garden and the writer is feeling
pretty surreal have to apologize if the story comes out
skewed.}
It took several months to recover. He was subject to long
sessions of intense meditation, assisted by Masters Yoda and
Mace Windu. The Jedi High Council had ordered strict
supervision on the part of the two Jedi Masters. It was hard
but slowly, painfully, the wild urges began to lessen, tamed by
the strengthened Force.
Obi-Wan Kenobi watched as the venerable Yoda and the stoic Mace
Windu knelt next to his Master, their eyes closed in quiet
meditation. Now and then, Qui-Gon would shudder spasmodically.
Perspiration beaded his upper lip and his hands trembled.
It was terrible to watch.
The young man silently slipped out of the room, deciding to
seek solace somewhere and to ease the pain in his heart. He
couldn't feel anything from Qui-Gon, not a single shred of
thought. Yoda had advised him to raise up his shields. Since
then, he had felt isolated, alone. The shared togetherness he
had with his Master was gone, shut off.
No, he didn't want that to happen again. He didn't want
to see Qui-Gon turn into into a wild beast. He could still
remember the night when he was being relentlessly pursued by a
transformed Qui-Gon. Why him? Why did that beast target him?
And the way Qui-Gon kissed him
Obi-Wan shut his eyes and repelled all negative thoughts. But
fragments kept creeping back. He could still feel the
pulsating hunger and desire in his mind as Qui-Gon prowled in
the darkness.
As if the lycanthropy of the Lupen folk had somewhere
accentuated the innermost, darkest parts of his Master's mind
With an audible sigh, Obi-Wan meditated, letting the Light
cleanse his own troubled heart.
Yoda opened his eyes and observed the man next to him. The sun
was streaming down and bathing him in a sheen of light. He
looked rested.
"Rest you must," the Jedi Master said softly, watching Qui-Gon
finish his meditation. "Eased we have the Urge but persist
further."
Qui-Gon Jinn nodded, relieved for the moment that the wild Need
was gone. Yet, he knew somehow it was lurking in the back of
his mind.
A brown hand rested on his shoulder
Without thinking, he growled low in the throat and saw his
friend Mace Windu eyeing him with slight alarm on his face.
"It's still here, " Mace said shaking his head. "Maybe the
Lupen officials are right afterall. This form of lycanthropy is
incurable."
A chill hand of horror ran up Qui-Gon's back. With that came
anger. Hot burning anger. He immediately curbed it down,
willing the Light side of the Force to tame it.
"Try we must, " Yoda took his cane and thumped his way to the
door.
Qui-Gon stood up, feeling the pins and needles in his feet like
little electric jolts. "Master Yoda, am I still Obi-Wan's
teacher?" He asked quietly, already searching in his mind for
that vital link.
It wasn't there.
Mace Windu gazed at him. " Your condition isn't stable yet,
Qui-Gon. We can't possibly endanger you and your Padawan."
Qui-Gon lowered his head, feeling sudden remorse. Yes, he had
no doubt frightened Obi-Wan. He recalled that kiss.
He shuddered.
"Rest, Qui-Gon." Mace said and he left with Master Yoda.
For a while, the Jedi Master stood alone in the meditation
room, hearing Yoda's cane thump-thumping down the corridor and
Mace's softened voice. He glanced around the room, realizing
with shock that he wanted to break something within his reach.
And he would do it with pleasure.
Obi-Wan saw the Jedi Masters leave the room, the two in private
conversation. Master Windu appeared particularly worried.
The meditation session had ended.
He walked steadily to the room where he had shared with his
Master for a few years. His heart was beating especially fast
and he felt his hand going to his lightsaber
NO! This isnt right!
Obi-Wan stepped into what he thought was a disaster area.
Things were strewn everywhere. Books lay scattered. Two bowls
were smashed. In the center of the storm was his Master Qui-Gon
Jinn.
As if he noticed Obi-Wan for the first time, the tall man
calmed himself with a tremendous effort. As usual, he couldn't
even hear Obi-Wan's thoughts.
The young man was behind a huge barricade.
Qui-Gon didn't begrudge him at all.
"Obi-Wan?"
Hesitation. Then, "Yes, Master?"
"Please forgive me."
Obi-Wan darted a quick glance around the room, at the mess. His
body language was revealing. He wanted to be close yet he was
frightened. Very much so.
(Oh damn, I'm not going to change into a crazed animal)
He stopped himself. He was an animal once.
"Clear up the room, Obi-Wan. Then we go for a walk."
"Master?"
"Do it."
"Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon knew that Obi-Wan was trying very hard to control his
trembling.
They walked along the immaculate gardens of the Temple. Obi-Wan
allowed the tranquility of the place fill his soul. Next to
him, Qui-Gon padded along, his hands folded. His intense blue
eyes were taking in everything. In a fashion Obi-Wan found
unnerving.
(It is as if he has the soul of a hunter )
Obi-Wan couldnt help but smile a little. His Master. Qui-Gon
Jinn. Reckless. Stubborn. Displaying a tenacity at odds with
the Council. He was always very restless, like some caged
He shivered, even though the sun was warm on his back. The Urge
was unpredictable. He didn't really know when Qui-Gon was going
to transform. Qui-Gon could control it, tame it. Twist it to
his will. Yet
Yet would Qui-Gon ever know that he, Obi-Wan, secretly loved
him?
Did that hunger-filled mind absorb anything?
"Obi-Wan "
He snapped back into 'obedient Padawan' mode. "Yes, Master."
"Do you think I am an animal?"
Somehow the question moved Obi-Wan. He protested, "No, you are
not, Master "
"I was and I almost hurt you. "
"You were under the influence of the lycanthropy."
"I still have the lycanthropy, Obi-Wan."
The Padawan bit his tongue.
"If you want you can choose a new Master " Qui-Gon halted in
his steps, unable to speak any further.
Obi-Wan found his eyes brimming with tears. His Master's pain
was palpable and he realized that the Master-Padawan link was
still there. Present, strong. "Master, I will only have you as
my teacher "
"Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan " Qui-Gon whispered, his voice suddenly
tender. "I told that I will not hurt you. And that I am so
unstable jeopardizes you "
The young man blinked, struck with the idea that his Master did
love him.
Before he opened his mouth to reply, a shout ripped through the
air: " 'WARE!"
What happened next, Obi-Wan couldn't follow. All he saw a fuzzy
blur leaping forward. A Agri-corps cart slammed into a statue,
narrowly missing. The metal shell was given a huge dent on its
side.
The huge grey-furred snow-wolf was back.
Obi-Wan gaped as the snow-wolf padded up slowly to him. This
time, the naked hunger was gone from the canine face. Only a
bizarre calmness. Three heartbeats and Qui-Gon stood before
him, nude.
Coolly, casually, Qui-Gon picked up his shed clothing and put
them on with a deliberate slowness as crowds of people observed
the strange spectacle with a mixture of horror and admiration.
Obi-Wan blinked.
Qui-Gon had saved him.
Obi-Wan swallowed. Images were flashing past in his mind. His
Master as the snow-wolf. His Master naked. His Master saved
him.
"Err" He said unsure of his next words, torn between
embarrassment and gratitude.
Qui-Gon, in the process of re-dressing, smiled and waved away
the people. "Alright, the show is over. Obi-Wan?"
"I err" The apprentice was still tongue-tied. "Thank you "
His Master slipped his boots. "Are you still afraid of me?"
Reality check.
"Master, I "
"Obi-Wan, you don't have to answer." Qui-Gon said soothingly.
"C'mon, all these running and jumping has given me an appetite
let's go and eat."
The apprentice nodded. He wanted to tell Qui-Gon that he had
somehow oddly accepted the shapeshifting bit.
"Transformed you did!" Yoda's reprimand was soft but its impact
was like a thunderclap.
"The runaway cart almost hit Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon regarded the Master calmly. He was meditating when
Master Yoda entered unannounced into the room.
Obi-Wan watched the exchange of words nearby.
"Control that Urge you have to!"
"I can control it, Master Yoda. I can actually change at will."
"Impertinence!"
Qui-Gon's hand clenched and Obi-Wan fervently prayed that his
Master wasn't thinking about striking Yoda.
"Look, Yoda. The lycanthropy might be a blessing afterall."
"Blessing you say but learn you must. A game this is not."
Obi-Wan didn't see Qui-Gon move a finger but suddenly he was on
his backside, thrown by a Force push. Yoda had raised a hand.
Qui-Gon's eyes snapped blue fire as he got back onto his feet.
"Listen. Hunter you are not. Jedi you are, strong with the
Force. Not bestial urges."
With amazing speed, Yoda was off.
Silence descended. Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's frustration
like a shimmering wall in the room. It pulsated with a deeper
undercurrent.
"Please, Master. You have to listen to Master Yoda."
Qui-Gon turned that hooded look at him.
Obi-Wan clamped down hard on his trembling. "Master, please ...
You are Master Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Master. Not a lycanthrope.
Not a hunger-driven beast."
The hooded look cleared. Suddenly, Qui-Gon collapsed onto his
knees and started to cry.
Obi-Wan's heart lurched in shock and in a few steps, he was
holding his Master in his arms, sending in gentle waves of
Light to soothe Qui-Gon. The sobs were hoarse, desperate,
scaring Obi-Wan.
For a while, Master and Padawan held each other.
"I don't know who I am anymore " The voice of Qui-Gon was low,
tired.
"You are my Master."
((Obi-Wan?))
The voice in his head was unmistakable.
((Master, I hear you.))
((Please forgive me.))
((I have already forgiven you.))
"Well, if the word gets out that Master Qui-Gon Jinn was seen
crying like a baby " Qui-Gon laughed, wiping his eyes ruefully.
"I promise I will keep this a secret " Obi-Wan grinned and
placed his hand on Qui-Gon's own, squeezed it reassuringly.
Qui-Gon drew him into a tight embrace and Obi-Wan could hear
the soft heartbeat of his Master.
((You are a very caring man, Obi-Wan.))
Obi-Wan started. ((So are you, Master.))
((Self-effacing and modest.))
Obi-Wan laughed and he kissed Qui-Gon impulsively. He could
feel the man stiffen, then relax as he reciprocated.
Like a roaring ocean, the emotions came flooding over him,
crashing into him. Unrestrained, wild. The kiss became more
heated, more intense. And the feelings became stronger, wilder
Reflexively, Obi-Wan pulled away, frightened once more.
((I am sorry, Obi-Wan. I guess I still need to control the
Need.))
((Please don't apologize ))
Qui-Gon pulled him gently back to his feet.
"I have to find a cure then."
Obi-Wan nodded and once again, he was in his Master's embrace.
Nightfall. The Jedi Temple was still.
Obi-Wan woke up in the darkened room, rubbing his eyes ---
He could't feel his Master's presence.
Startled and growing concerned, he twisted around to find his
Master. He wasn't there. Only a pile of clothes.
Qui-Gon had transformed again.
Something drew Obi-Wan to the window and he edged towards it.
He looked out, seeing only shadows of trees and night-covered
contours. Then he saw him.
The snow-wolf/Qui-Gon was slipping in and out of the groves of
trees. Crouched. Ears back. Slightly hunched.
Qui-Gon was hunting.
He met Qui-Gon at the breakfast table the next day. Dutifully,
he poured the hot beverage into Qui-Gon's mug and served him
his usual bowl of sweetened grains.
"You saw me last night, didn't you?"
Stunned, Obi-Wan almost spilled his own mug of milk.
"You were standing next to the window, watching me."
"I was. I woke up to find you gone."
"So I was. " Qui-Gon said contemplatively, chewing on his
spoonful of grains. "Obi-Wan " His tone was gentle. "I know you
find the transformation unsettling."
"Qui-Gon, " Obi-Wan spoke up with determination. "The
lycanthropy isn't going to be permanent."
He heard the intake of air. A hand slammed onto the table-top,
half-scaring Obi-Wan.
"I can control it." Qui-Gon said through gritted teeth.
"No, we need to find you a cure. It's controlling you!"
Shudder. Qui-Gon passed a hand over his eyes, shaking his head.
"Damn it, it got me again."
Obi-Wan leaned over and grasped his Master's hand. "You can
control it, maybe eradicate it forever from your systems."
((I will try ))
((You have to.))
Obi-Wan drifted in the beauty of the Force, letting the streams
of Light rejuvenate him. He breathed deeply and lifted his
head.
A pile of his Master's garments faced him.
He stood up. ((Master?))
No answer.
This time, Obi-Wan ran.
((Master?))
A faint ((Obi-Wan)).
He found Qui-Gon kneeling in the midst of the bedroom. As
usual, he was naked as a result of his lycanthropy-induced
shift. Obi-Wan pulled off his robe and draped it on his Master
gently.
"Obi-Wan, I have to find a cure."
The apprentice could only nod, his heart aching to see Qui-Gon
in this state
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